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Xosé Vázquez Pintor

Xosé Vázquez Pintor- The Longing Won’t Win Out The longing won’t win out if only the summers keep ready after so much winter, which leaves us scared like the cloud that comes from the Tropic and suddenly it drops below … Continue reading

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Mariana Yonusg Blanco

I got lost in those generic terms that passed over my gender I got lost when I spoke through their mouth I got lost when their word was my voice, I got lost when in some failure they condemned me … Continue reading

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Yolanda Castaño- (RE)SER(VADO)

A A slow knife is the project for identity. An indigo celebration is re-cognition. How did I let all this happen to me? My own dream went away from me with me I cannot allow them to misinterpret me one … Continue reading

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Yolanda Castaño: (Re)Ser(Vado)

A A slow knife is the project for identity. An indigo celebration is re-cognition. How did I let all this happen to me? My own dream went away from me with me I cannot allow them to misinterpret me one … Continue reading

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Poetry from Mozambique

Mother- José Craveirinha My mother, I swallow the resin from the old trees And it feels good flowing in my veins. It is the destiny of my birth Amongst ballads chanted round a bonfire. You know how the sorrow is … Continue reading

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Henrique Rabunhal- Dialogue with my lover

Dialogue with my lover Listen! Do you feel the wind, shaving the windows ? It is my body which goes around sticking to you, Bled dry in a dream that scales buildings, In bites like hours and like snow. Handed … Continue reading

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Lucía Novas- Neve, Snow

Pomades, southern latitudes, vapours, caresses, The warmth of the weather (and January that opens Like an October chrysanthemum), perfumed candles, The torment of incense (water that gurgles Between nettles and hops), the tea rose in A metal container, salts Scattered, … Continue reading

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